|Our new temporary venue.|
|Donald advising Chris how to cook the books in skulking.|
We all headed out to the Gifford Village Hall as our original venue had decided that a paper game display of the Battle of Prestonpans was more important than our Korean War game and the large amount of money we would have spent in the Gothenburg pub,our usual howf in Prestonpans.
|Mr Ray asking if he can sing the national anthem.|
|The red hordes on the move.|
|My gallant Korean defenders with their biggest gun.|
|The barrage of doom.|
|Dave P conducting business whilst his men march on,|
|Mr Ray's only big gun.|
|Here come the British.|
Dave Paterson,Dave O'Brien.Chris Henry and chief skulker Donald Adamson took on the role of the Chinese and North Korean hordes indulging in an overwhelming invasion of the peace loving South Korea..
|Our unused Wyverns.|
|A s**t load of paraphernalia.|
|Mr Ray on the end of Chris's Katyusha barrage.|
|Chris's second surprise.|
Bill Gilchrist.Mr Ray Neil,Rob Anderson and myself took the side of the gallant defenders of kimchi and apple pie.Mr Ray took charge of the American defenders who had been scraped up from clerks and chefs and showed it in their defending.I took charge of the South Koreans who were about as competent as their allies across the valley.
|About to unload on my poor defenders.|
|Here comes our reply,|
|The intended target|
|And Rob's final target.|
|Backed up by Chinese cavalry.|
|This is how the Brits deal with them.|
|General Ying Tong Ying Tong confers with his lackeys.|
|Before he rumbles on.|
|Mr Ray's tank bites the dust.|
|Bill's Cromwell's ironsides didn't help it.|
Bill was proceeding to bring up some reinforcements but was waylaid by the arrival of some Chinese forces in his flank which also included some cavalry.We answered the bad guys with an air attack of our own but this turned out to be useless which was actually a harbinger of the air attacks to come where Rob Anderson couldn't throw a decent dice to save himself and he was C in C.
|Colonel Ying Tong moves forward.|
|And reaches the top of Bacon Roll Hill.|
|No wonder the red's supplies are slow.|
|"And when they were only half way up"|
Dave Paterson and Donald where slowly making their way up the table but
thankfully for us not fast enough.We thought the tables were about to be turned and the allies were about to walk away as winners but as usual the fickle finger of fate was about to play its hand as when Rob called down another airstrike it ended up being delivered due to a FUBAR dice roll on our hard pressed defenders who were digging in on the south side of the river.This caused untold damage even destroying one unit totally.
|The Thin Green Line.|
|Our watering hole for the day with the village hall in the background.|
|My two unreligious Priests ready to bring down some Holy Fire on the heathens.|
|Rob's Chaffee looking good for a whole two minutes.|
|"Here comes that b****r again"|
|Dave O'B's tank percolating well.|
|Ying Tong winning the draw.|
|But just about to say bye bye.|
|Dave O'B's assailant|
|Chinese cavalry about to get mown down.|
|Rob's rookie pilot about to f**k up again!|
|Saving the M.A.S.H tent.|
|Last gasp fight at Bacon Roll Hill.|
Many thanks to Colin for putting on a great game especially as we had to change the venue.This is one of Colin's fav periods and he supplied most of the figs,armour and scenery to back this up.The bacon rolls were supplied by the local cafe and very nice they were.Rob Anderson and Chris Henry our visitors for the day supplied some of their own crafted figures.
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